Miss my dad

I had a dinner date with my dad today but he canceled. I’m pretty bummed. I don’t get one-one-one time with my pops anymore, he’s got a full family and busy schedule, so I miss hanging out with him. I was excited to go to dinner, I even took an extra seventy bucks out of my savings account so I could treat him. I had plans of a Home Depot trip and asking him fatherly advice about refurnishing a 1970’s table, best way to pad the back of a headboard so it won’t mess up a painted wall, how to rent out my parking spot without getting ripped off, if sacrificing money for time with my boyfriend was reason enough not to get a second job, you know, the important things. I even brought a container of home-made chili to give to him, but no cornbread ‘cause he doesn’t like spicy things and my cornbread had jalapenos in it. I knew exactly what he’d say “Thanks Chy-Chy.” I told my boyfriend I’d be home late and the thought of an hour-plus long bus ride up north and a 15 minute walk up a hill to my parent’s house didn’t even seem like a hassle today.



I’m sad; I miss my dad and wish he wasn’t working himself to death.